The weather’s change, cooling down, in tandem with some overcast mornings and gradually later sunrises, is becoming apparent. To not lament and complain about anything (as it only changes my own perspective to do so), I feel an appreciation for being aware of it. Paying attention, recognizing the passage of time in more detail and with more connection than the past 62 years, and feeling excitement about the Fall season on the far horizon. On my solo ride last night I ended up at 311 Carlton, the chemo treatment facility right around the corner. It was and always is a powerful reminder of impermanence. I live daily with constant conscious reminders of a "passed life," which plays a significant part in my own presence. I tried to convey that to Tommy during breakfast. I believe he gets it. I admitted to and apologized for lying about the vape pen two years ago, along with the Colorado trip's significance. It felt liberating to do so. I don't want to live my life concerned about being honest, transparent or judged. It's sobering to step back and consider how limited our perceptions are due to our biology, how everything from sun exposure and exercise to caffeine, sugar and alcohol, to pharmaceutical supplements down to THC, mushrooms and ketamine all have various ranges of acceptance (or not) within the confines of a cultural and societal construct. There is a shift underway regarding stigmas and legacy beliefs from the psychological community all the way down to Zen Buddhist practices. In fact, I have one foot on each side at the moment, respectfully recognizing each other's aspirations and intentions, judging not, lest I be judged. I accept and support any safe path to living a life connected to awareness and evolution of compassion and recognition of shared humanity, energy, and influence. I'm equally aware of the need for education and oversight. There are so many aspects of negative impacts already evidenced by the stashes surrounding homelessness and crime due to abuse and addiction. Intention is a critical component, perhaps the single most.
Tuesday, July 16, 2024
The weather’s change, cooling down, in tandem with some overcast mornings and gradually later sunrises, is becoming apparent. To not lament and complain about anything (as it only changes my own perspective to do so), I feel an appreciation for being aware of it. Paying attention, recognizing the passage of time in more detail and with more connection than the past 62 years, and feeling excitement about the Fall season on the far horizon. On my solo ride last night I ended up at 311 Carlton, the chemo treatment facility right around the corner. It was and always is a powerful reminder of impermanence. I live daily with constant conscious reminders of a "passed life," which plays a significant part in my own presence. I tried to convey that to Tommy during breakfast. I believe he gets it. I admitted to and apologized for lying about the vape pen two years ago, along with the Colorado trip's significance. It felt liberating to do so. I don't want to live my life concerned about being honest, transparent or judged. It's sobering to step back and consider how limited our perceptions are due to our biology, how everything from sun exposure and exercise to caffeine, sugar and alcohol, to pharmaceutical supplements down to THC, mushrooms and ketamine all have various ranges of acceptance (or not) within the confines of a cultural and societal construct. There is a shift underway regarding stigmas and legacy beliefs from the psychological community all the way down to Zen Buddhist practices. In fact, I have one foot on each side at the moment, respectfully recognizing each other's aspirations and intentions, judging not, lest I be judged. I accept and support any safe path to living a life connected to awareness and evolution of compassion and recognition of shared humanity, energy, and influence. I'm equally aware of the need for education and oversight. There are so many aspects of negative impacts already evidenced by the stashes surrounding homelessness and crime due to abuse and addiction. Intention is a critical component, perhaps the single most.